Day 169: T-Bagz McScoop and the Curious Cafe of the Glowing Rectangles
I THINK THIS GLOWING RECTANGLE MIGHT LEAD ME TO AN EVEN CHEAPER BURRITO! [Project 365]
I THINK THIS GLOWING RECTANGLE MIGHT LEAD ME TO AN EVEN CHEAPER BURRITO! [Project 365]
Kristin mercifully had Monday off work so we were able to kick it low-stress style at The Local Taco, where we split a pitcher of margaritas as the sky spit rain at us periodically. It was nasty and humid and lovely and tasty. I wish I hadn’t had to rush back to Memphis so soon, but I’m noticing more and more that my life these days is an ongoing string of sorry-to-run-but-I-have-to-be-here-at-this-time proclamations. I don’t…
So, despite my attempts to get actual rest on Friday night, I ended up accumulating perhaps three hours of real sleep, at which point the tent became uninhabitable, so I hunkered down and ate strawberries and blueberries in a tiny triangle of shade created by a nearby truck parked close to our tent. Once Amber got up and going, we headed into Centeroo to meet up with Maggi, who was craving a tofu scramble. I…
Some tales are so absurd that they can’t really be told. “You had to be there” is not just a cliché; it’s a truth. Expand it to “you had to be there … inside my head” and maybe you’d be able to understand why I am at a loss to try to explain the events of Thursday night in a way that conveys their very ridiculousness and surreality. So I biff off toward Nashville Thursday…
No time for art. Just packing. That container has since been filled to the brim and now I’m trying to see what I’ve left out. One thing I’ve got to pick up is boxed wine. Oh yeah, and food. Tomorrow morning (ugh, well, later today) I leave out for Nashville, where I’ll pick Amber up at the airport and we’ll truck it to Murfreesboro to pick up our tent and other camping goodies from her…
1:25 AM me: wtf happenednef? Nick: nothing just saying if everything goes awful me: you and jr are simulanaeoouslyonfsusuoud Nick: did you im the wrong person? me: i habe no idea; i am wasted Nick: you kids and your drinking i got a new nancyboy newsletter me: fobsk off 0r 3htwhatevs Nick: you’re too drunk to type im saving this me: i am too\ Nick: did you see a show? me: no, save it. i…
Got to see my friend Jacquie from DC for a split second. It was her first time in Memphis and she was only in town for a few hours, so the kids took her to the Orpheum, Ernestine & Hazel’s, and the P&H. That’s about as thorough an introduction as a person can get, I’m pretty sure. [Project 365]
I met a stranger in the park and made a friend. I didn’t think that happened in real life, but, well, there you go. Sometimes songs find me when I need them, and sometimes perfect strangers do too. Apparently. He told me that no matter what life throws your way, you’ve got to be “disgustingly optimistic.” He said it with a smile. We talked there on the bench by the river for probably an hour,…
Django secretly loves me (he would never admit it in mixed company) and Geisha still looks at me with the eyes of a crackhead. [Project 365]
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